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Chapter Seventy-seven
Author: Sugar boy
last update2025-09-23 01:07:08

The night gave way to a pale gray dawn as they left the ruined village behind.

No one spoke.

The only sounds were the soft crunch of boots on withered grass and the distant whisper of wind through dead trees.

Adrian walked at the front, his shoulders tense, every muscle coiled like a spring.

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ready for danger at a moment’s notice.

Behind him, Selene moved silently, her shadows hugging close to her body like restless sentries.

She was pale, her face drawn from exhaustion and grief, but there was a dangerous clarity in her golden eyes.

Vael followed at a measured pace, his wooden mask revealing nothing, though the faint tremor in his voice when he finally spoke betrayed his unease.

“This path… it is older than the village,” Vael murmured.

“Once, it led to the temples of the First Kings. Now, it has been defiled.”

Adrian didn’t glance back. “Defiled how?”

“By the Master’s corruption,” Vael replied grimly.

“See how the earth cracks, how the air fee
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